Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 27, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 June 1926 — Page 8

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’■*’ READ THIS FIRST FLOSSIE nnd MARY ROSE MIDDLETON are two beautiful young sisters, the daughters of a widowed motheis, Flossie works in the filing department of the Dexter Automobile Company. Mary Rose is secretary to the sales manager. JOHN MANNERS, and n ill love with him. Manners, however, is engaged to DORIS HINIG. Mary Rose discovers that Flossie has been going on long drives with HILARY H. DEXTER, president of the Dexter Company, and that he has been giving her valuable presents. When she orders !■ lossie to return the presents. Flossie threatens to leave home and go to live with her chum. ALICE JAMES. But Flossie insists that she and Dexter are only friends, later admitting that he is in love with her. One night DR. TOM FITZROY, who Is In love with Mary Rose, takes her out for dinner to a restaurant in the country. Mary Rose sees Dexter s ear in the vard and, afraid that Flossie Is with, him, phones her mother to ask if Fl'egie is at home. But she isn’t, and ,RS MIDDLETON doesn’t know where she is. Worried. Mary Rose returns to the table ’o finish dinner with Tom before startin'" home. While they sit there. Tom asks Mary Rose to marry him. add tries to make .love to her. And when she rebuffs him. he tells her he feels sure she is in love with another man. She confesses that she is And. Ttim asks who the man is. Mary Rose avoids answering. While Tom goes out 10 rmt side curtains on his c ar - because it is raining, a drunken stranger tries to torc-e Mary Rose to dance with him. Tom retturns. chases the stranger with a quiet threat, and they start to leave. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY * * * “Deserters! Shot "in the back!'’ Alice remarked brightly as the sound of the back door, slamming behind him, came to the three people who were left in the room with Flossie. “But it was just plain commonsense for them to go—Look!’’ Flossie’s lids were fluttering and as the three watched her, she opened them slowly. Then they fluttered down again. “Pain any better, Flossie? Tom asked, bending over her. But Flossie made no sign that she heard hint. But after.a minute her eyes opened again. Only the whites of them showed. “Jiminy Christmas! she's dying!" breathed Alice. Tom looked up. “You girls had better get out of here fora while,” he said. And like a good soldier, Mary Rose hurried out, dragging Alice along with her. Slowly and on tiptoe they went down the dimly lit hall to the dressing room, and Mary Rose collapsed on a. chair. Flossie was going to die. She was going to die. Mary Rose put her head down on the telephone table but no tears came. Centuries seemed to pass over her. She forgot where she was or with whom, until Alice's shrill voice brought her back to reality. “Oh, boy!” she was saying, “hut weren’t George and Mr. Dextpr frightened to death! My#etars, 111 bet they won't go out on another party for a month of Sundays." She swung her long, black silk legs as she sat on the corner of the table and absent mindedly painted her mouth until it was the startling red of sealing wax. “How did they happen to come on this ovfrth you and Flossie?” Mary Rase asked. “Well, I stopped in to see Floss this afternoon.” Alice began. “And she told me slie had a heavy date with this-Mr. Dexter. She asked me to get someone and go along with them. So I got George—“And who,” Mary Rose broke in. “is George?" Alice smiled. “He’s a friend of mine whose xvife is divorcing him,’ she said, blushing a little. "It's not his fault, understand. -They just don’t get along together —I suppose you think it's terrible of me to go around with him, don’t you?" Mary Rose nodded. “Asolutely the limit,” Mary Rose said evenly. •‘You can see for yourself how little a married man thinks of the girl he goes out with, can't you? Tonight when your George and Mr. Dexter thought that Flossie, was going to die, did they stay here to do anything for her? Not a chance! Y'ou saw what they did. They slunk away, frightened to death! ’ Alice looked at her impudently. "Oh, you make me tired, Mary Rose,” she answered, “with 'your preaching. You're giving in the past. Nowadays if a married man wants some nice friendships with some other women, it's all right." “That isn't the way the wives at home look at it,” Mary Rose answered. “And after all it's the wives in the home who know" what’s right

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and what's wrong. For they're good women, most of them.” Alice raised her eyebrows. “I suppose I'm not?” she asked. “Yes. I think you're a good girl. Alice,” Mary Rose answered quietly. “But I think that both you and Flossie are very foolish ones. And —and I wonder what those two men think of you—” There came a knock on the door, and then Tom’s voice: “Mary Rose!” ** * \ CHAPTER VIII Mary Rose’s heart was in her mouth, as she swung the door open. But there was good new-s in Tom’s face. “She’s better.” he said. “And I think we can start home now. It’s stopped raining, and I can roil Flossie up in one of the robes and put her in the front seat with me. There's room for you' and "Alice in the rumble. It's not very comfortable, but I guess you won't mind, this once.” The two girls followed him down the hall to the little dining room. Flossie had her hat and coat on, and she w'as sitting up in the big wicker chair. Her face was- as white as chalk, and her eyes were closed. Without opening them, she began to talk. , “I'm not going home with you people,” she said shakily: “I came out here with Hilary Dexter, and I'm going home in his car or I’m not going home at all. D’you hear?” Her lips straightened fnto a stubborn line. “Don’t be 'SI little fool. Floss!” Alice James piped up, shrilly. Flossie paid no attention to her. “And if Tom Fitzroy thinks he can tell me what to do, and what not to do, he has another think coming,” she w r ent on, “I am not going home in his car—” “Well, whose car are you going home in, then?" Alice wanted to know, “You can't go home in Mr. Dexter's, because he's gone. Been gone an hour—” “Gone?" Flossie echoed. Her blue eyes opened a little. Alice opened her mouth to‘answer, but Tom silenced her with a look. “Don't talk to her, Alice,” he said sharply. “She's too tired to listen to you.” / And without another word he picked Flossie up. as if she had been a child, and carried her out to lis car. The rain had stopped and the moon was shining from behind a bank of clouds. As Tom started the car anti swung out onto the homeward road, Mary Rose leaned back in the uncomfortable rumble seat, and raised her face gratefullyto the rush of the cold night air. She felt as if she had just wakened from a frightful nightmare. “What a ghastly evening!" she thought and shuddered. “What a Verfectly horrible evening!” The car sped on toward town. “I suppose your mother has a searching party out hunting' for Flossie by this time,” Alice giggled, suddenly. Mary Rose made no answer. “Don't you?" Alice persisted, jabbing Maty Rose’s arm. But still there was no answer. Mary Rose was sound asleep. She did not waken until the car was slowing down before her own house. It was in total darkness, hut as the quartet went up the Yont steps, a light bloomed sudden •v in one of the upper windows. And when they opened the front door, Mrs. Middleton, wrapped In a flannel kimona, was coming slowly and heavily down the stairs. She stopped as she caught sight of Flossie’s celorless face. ”'VA hat in the world's the matter with the baby?" she asked, looking first at Flossie and then at Mary i Rose. Neither of them spoke. | “She’s been sick.” Alice chirped cheerfully, "Terribly sick!... .She ate | something that didn’t agree with her —probably some crabmeet salad that Iwe had. Anyway, she keeled over, i all-of-a-sudden-Sadie! You should j have seen her, Mrs. Middleton! | We all thought she was going to die! Wo certainly did!” Mrs. Middleton's dazed eyes ! searched the four faces in front of her. “And where did all this happen? Did you all have dinner In the same place?” she asked in a confused sort of way. “I thought you were just going to the library when you left the house, Flossie! Why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t? I’ve worried myself sick about you, tonight!” Flossie groaned. “Oh, do we have to go into all this, tonight, mother?” she asked, "What’s the difference where we Were, anyway?—And can't you see that I’m just about ready to faint away? Help me upstairs, Mary Rose.” She caught her sister's arm, and together they went up the stairs. Mrs. Middleton stood, watching them, until they disappeared around the turn at the landing. Then, slowly and heavily, as she had come down, she followed them. As if Flossie had been a baby, they undressed her and put her to bed. And not until she was breathing quietly on her pillow did Middleton say a word to Mary Rose. Then she drew the girl into her own room and closed'the door. “Sit down there,” she commanded, pointing to an old cushioned rocker that had stood by the front window as long as Mary Rose could i*emember. “Now, then—” She took off her flannel wrapper and got Into bed: “Now, then. Tell me just what happened tonight. I know 1 you’re all trying to keep something from me. What Is it?” Mary Rose’s soft blue eyes traveled round the familiar room with its clean, mended curtains, its heavy walnut furniture, and the threadbare Brussels carpet that covered the floor with rioting roses. “Who was with Flossie tonight? That Sam Jessup?” Mrs. Middleton asked. “I’m sure that he ■ was! Something tells me 50....50 you

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may lust as well admit it, Mary Rose!/ The girl’s face set with sudden determination. "Mother,” she said, "you’ll have to ask Flossie about tonight. I .just can't tell you .about it. You ask her.” Mrs. Middleton shook her head with its soft colls of graying hair, and looked at Mary Rose, with a mist in her eyes. “Mary Rose, some day you'll have daughters of your own, and then you’ll know what I’ve been through tonight, waiting ’ for Flossie to come home. Not knowing where she was!...You girls can’t keep up this sort of thing. You’ve got to tell me where you are, when you’re out at night—” "I always do,” Mary Rose interrupted. "And the only reason I didn’t tell you where I was going, tonight, was because I didn’t know, myself. He just said we’d go out to dinner, and then we drove to this place in the country.” She stopped and looked at her mother •with solemn eyes. “You don’t like Sam Jessup, Mumsie,” she said quietly. "But let me tell you something—the very best thing that could happen to Flossie Middleton would be to marry Sam Jessup, tomorrow. And she ought to stop running around with Alice James. I don’t think much of Alice —” She stood up. remembering that she had left Alice and Tom Fiteroy downstairs, together. She found "them having a heated argument in the shabby livingroom.

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“Your backxvoodsy friend refuses to take me home,” Alice said to Mary Rose as she came ip. "He says that it's too late for me to go home with him—he thinks the neighbors might talk about me! Can you beat that?” Tom took his watch from his pocket, and looked at It. “You can see for yourself—lt’s 2 o’clock!” he said, holding it tow’ard her. “Oh, what’s 2 o’clock! The shank of the evening!” Alice retorted. "I’ve been out till 3 and 4 lots of times! . . . You talk like a rube from a 9 o'clock towm.” Her disgust was m6st apparent., “It Is too late for you to go home, Alice,” Mary Rose said quietly. “You run upstairs, and take the spare bedroom. Mother-11 give you a clean nightgown, if you ask her for one.” • “Oh, fish!” complained Alice, flouncing away. At the door of the room she turned and looked back at Tom, who was watching her with grave eyes. “Goodnight, Hay-foot,” she giggled suddenly. ‘Next time you come in to town, bring me some nice red apples, won't you?” Mary Rose laughed in spite of herself. “She’s a wild kid—” she began, and stopped as she looked up at him. His eyes met hers with a dull kind of hunger In them. lie gripped both of her wrists 'n his big hands. “Let’s not talk about her,” he said huskily. “I've had enough of her and Flossie for one night. I want to talk to you about you and me. Are you going to go with me, tomorrow, and look

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at that little white house I told you about?" He waited for his answer. She looked up at him with the shadow of a dream In her soft eyes—the dream that every woman has of a house of her own. Os friendly gratefires, and red geraniums In the windows of lamps glowing In the eve*ning dusk. Oh, it would be heavenly to have a little home, somewhere! But —without love, would It be a home? Or only a house? Four walls, and a roof over them. She looked up at Tom and the tears that had held back all evening ran down her cheeks. She shook her head, and buried her face in her hands. "Oh, Tom, I’m so sorry. But I don’t want to marry you, Tom,” she sobbed, hysterically. She felt Ills arms around her, holding her close. "All right, all right,” he was saying, soothing her. “All right. You don’t have to cry about it, Mary Rose." He held her away from him, and looked at her wet cheeks and quivering mouth. “Look at me,” he said. She shook her head. “Mary Rose, there's another man —somebody you do love," he said. Slowly, with shut eyes, she nodded. “He’s going to be married soon,” she said with a gulp. “Isn’t thm just my rotten luck?” she felt his hold of her relax. He picked up his hat and turned to go. But at the door she stopped him. She put her arms around hi# shoulders, and laid her cheek against the rough shoulder of ‘his' coat. "Oh, Tom,

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